30 Minute Plan - 6
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When Danton felt stubborn enough he moved fast. At two the next morning he was in the arsenal, zipping up a duffelful of weapons. It was about to be shock and awe time. He had his sidearm in his hip and a half dozen magazines in his belt and twin machetes crisscrossed on his back for when the guns went out. He even had a grenade on his belt loop. If he ever had to go on the thirty minute plan he would take a hell of a lot ziggies down first.
Now came the hard part: getting out of here with all this.
Danton peaked out into the hall. Nelson was on patrol tonight and likely half inside a bottle and/or asleep. But the doors were all alarmed now that Ziggy had successfully broken inside. Danton had to find a way out without setting off the alarm and without leaving an opening for Ziggy to get in. Despite all the lemon and strawberry-scented zombies that weren't eating people anymore there were singles about and they were more dangerous than a single zig from a pack in close quarters. Singles were smarter and more adept at catching people. Danton would be outside in the dark, meaning he'd have to use a flashlight. Singles were zoom in on the light.
He was past the mess hall when he heard someone's slippered feet slapping on the linoleum floor. Danton ducked around a corner and held his breath as Hargrove, another brain, yawned and came out with a fruit cup. Hargrove was a sleepeater. The pudgy man shambled right past him like he was invisible.
Packs were like that sometimes. That's why they were easy to avoid. It's the singles you had to worry about. They wouldn't just shuffle past. If you hid behind a car they tended to look around. A lot of them could even open doors. Danton would rather come up against a pack any day.
There was a row of plexi-glass windows in a room they'd converted to storage not long after they'd moved everyone in this building. In the early days there was a tremendous amount of shelling going on in every major city. Humans had probably killed more of their own than Ziggy did. Danton had noticed one of the panes was a little loose. It'd be a tight fit, but he could manage his way through. Unlike a lot of the other dogs, he'd maintained himself and he should be able to shimmy his hundred sixty-two pound frame through.
The tricky part would be when he removed the pane. He'd have to do everything in the dark and if Ziggy was right there he and everyone else would be done for. The storage room locked, but from the inside. There'd be no problem with them getting in the main corridor and once that happened everyone would be dead.
